On my way to Franklin, TN for the commissioning service for Bernie and Renee Anderson, I wrote down some thoughts from 37,000 feet:
I wonder what their greatest fear is. As I recall it, it wasn't the climate, the food we'd eat or the sickness or diseases -- my greatest fear was that people wouldn't pray.
Who can know today the results, the fruit, God will give not only to Bernie and Renee but to their children and to their church?
This church has the capacity to love, this is good. They will love their new pastor in time even as they hold the ropes for the Andersons.
Mongolia has had some casualities, what makes us think the Andersons will make it there?
Why would anyone go to such a cold, desolate, lonely place...apart from God's call?
Why would anyone go to that God forsaken place? Because, God hasn't forsaken Mongolians.
Can sacrifice be anymore sacrificial?
Who will join them? Perhaps there are others that might say today, "Here am I. Send me."
There is nothing more fulfilling in all of my life than to be used of the Lord to reach an unreached people group.
Max Lucado is right, "the Bible is bound together with good-bye trails and stained with farewell tears."
Airports. Suitcases. Tailights. "Wave to grandma and grandpa!" Misty eyes. Tight throats. Tears. "Email us!" "Come and see us!"
Missionaries know the words "goodbye" all to well. Those who send know them too!
